Colin

Abbie looked in Colin's eyes as his grip on her thigh tightened slightly. She felt his strong hand and fingers press into her leg through the soft material of her skirt. He ran his hand down her thigh toward her knee, and back up again. He followed this pattern several times, and as he did, Abbie vaguely mirrored it on Colin's leg. She felt his muscles through his pants, and once, the tips of her fingers grazed the center of his crotch briefly.

Colin's gestures on Abbie's leg progressed. He ran his hand down her left side, past her knee, past the hem of the skirt, and then retreated, but this time pulling some of the skirt back with him. He repeated this, pulling more of the skirt the next time. Her left knee was exposed now, as well as the bottom of her left thigh. Colin stretched a bit further and touched Abbie's calf muscle, then the underside of her knee, and then he ran a finger far up the side of her thigh, lifting the side of the skirt almost all the way to her hip before it fell back onto the seat next to her.

Abbie closed her eyes and inhaled. Colin repeated the stroke on her leg, and she breathed somewhat heavily. He watched her chest rise and fall. She opened her eyes and caught him looking at her chest, and she smiled. What if he found a way, a sly and clever way, to somehow touch my breasts? she thought to herself. The public groping of her leg was already beginning to arouse her, and the idea that he might go further -- and a kind of further that would be completely unexplainable -- was giving her tingling sensations across her body.

She glanced down at her shirt and her chest, and looked back at Colin, smiling. His hand was still attending to her leg, but his eyes and smile were suggesting more. He turned his hand, and with his full palm, stroked the side of her thigh. His fingers tucked underneath her, between her leg and the seat, and she lifted herself up slightly to make more space for him. He slid back out, and moved his palm to the top of her thigh. His hand worked its way over the top of her left leg, under the skirt, and toward the inside part of her thigh.

He squeezed his hand, pulling her left leg toward him a little bit, spreading her legs apart. His fingers slowly moved up, staying on the inside of her leg, and she felt him getting closer to the edge of her panties. She breathed more heavily, more staggered. She felt her pussy getting warmer and wetter as Colin pressed his fingertips into her skin, massaging her leg, and with each move, getting closer and closer to her pussy.

Out of the corner of her eye, Abbie caught sight of the flight attendant coming down the aisle. Her instinct was to pull Colin's hand away from her leg, but for some reason, she didn't. With her eyes on the flight attendant, Abbie kept her left hand on Colin's leg. She gently touched her own chest with her right hand, lightly fingering her nipples, masking the view of her own hand from the person across the aisle.

While Abbie gripped Colin's thigh a little harder, Colin became more forward in his advances. His fingers reached further across, under the skirt, touching Abbie's skin. He felt the edge of her panties and traced that line around her hip joint, feeling the warmth of her pussy. Abbie gasped a little, and bit her lip.

Colin pushed his fingertips under the edge of her panties, and touched the outside of her pussy. It was warm, wet, and quivering. Abbie lifted her right leg slightly, creating additional pressure on her vagina, and also leaning herself further into Colin's hand. His fingers slipped further into her panties, and he touched the edges of her slit. He shifted his own position in his seat, allowing him to lean a bit further to his right, and two fingers plunged directly into Abbie's hole.

He kept his hand in place, and finger fucked her under her skirt. Abbie let go of Colin's leg, and grasped his arm instead, both giving her something to hold onto and to keep him where he was.

The flight attendant arrived at their row. As she faced the seat on the other side of the aisle, Abbie made eye contact with Colin. In a moment, the flight attendant would turn around.